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Keogh
leaned
in
the
doorway
,
his
bold
and
humorous
countenance
wearing
a
look
of
interest
at
the
unusual
influx
of
life
and
sound
into
the
street
.
When
the
meaning
of
the
disturbance
became
clear
to
him
he
placed
a
hand
beside
his
mouth
and
shouted
:
"
Hey
!
Frank
!
"
in
such
a
robustious
voice
that
the
feeble
clamour
of
the
natives
was
drowned
and
silenced
.
Fifty
yards
away
,
on
the
seaward
side
of
the
street
,
stood
the
abode
of
the
consul
for
the
United
States
.
Out
from
the
door
of
this
building
tumbled
Goodwin
at
the
call
.
He
had
been
smoking
with
Willard
Geddie
,
the
consul
,
on
the
back
porch
of
the
consulate
,
which
was
conceded
to
be
the
coolest
spot
in
Coralio
.
"
Hurry
up
,
"
shouted
Keogh
.
"
There
's
a
riot
in
town
on
account
of
a
telegram
that
's
come
for
you
.
You
want
to
be
careful
about
these
things
,
my
boy
.
It
wo
n't
do
to
trifle
with
the
feelings
of
the
public
this
way
.
You
'll
be
getting
a
pink
note
some
day
with
violet
scent
on
it
;
and
then
the
country
'll
be
steeped
in
the
throes
of
a
revolution
.
"
Goodwin
had
strolled
up
the
street
and
met
the
boy
with
the
message
.
The
ox-eyed
women
gazed
at
him
with
shy
admiration
,
for
his
type
drew
them
.
He
was
big
,
blonde
,
and
jauntily
dressed
in
white
linen
,
with
buckskin
zapatos
.
His
manner
was
courtly
,
with
a
sort
of
kindly
truculence
in
it
,
tempered
by
a
merciful
eye
.
When
the
telegram
had
been
delivered
,
and
the
bearer
of
it
dismissed
with
a
gratuity
,
the
relieved
populace
returned
to
the
contiguities
of
shade
from
which
curiosity
had
drawn
it
--
the
women
to
their
baking
in
the
mud
ovens
under
the
orange-trees
,
or
to
the
interminable
combing
of
their
long
,
straight
hair
;
the
men
to
their
cigarettes
and
gossip
in
the
cantinas
.
Goodwin
sat
on
Keogh
's
doorstep
,
and
read
his
telegram
.
It
was
from
Bob
Englehart
,
an
American
,
who
lived
in
San
Mateo
,
the
capital
city
of
Anchuria
,
eighty
miles
in
the
interior
.
Englehart
was
a
gold
miner
,
an
ardent
revolutionist
and
"
good
people
.
"
That
he
was
a
man
of
resource
and
imagination
was
proven
by
the
telegram
he
had
sent
.
It
had
been
his
task
to
send
a
confidential
message
to
his
friend
in
Coralio
.
This
could
not
have
been
accomplished
in
either
Spanish
or
English
,
for
the
eye
politic
in
Anchuria
was
an
active
one
.
The
Ins
and
the
Outs
were
perpetually
on
their
guard
.
But
Englehart
was
a
diplomatist
.
There
existed
but
one
code
upon
which
he
might
make
requisition
with
promise
of
safety
--
the
great
and
potent
code
of
Slang
.
So
,
here
is
the
message
that
slipped
,
unconstrued
,
through
the
fingers
of
curious
officials
,
and
came
to
the
eye
of
Goodwin
:
His
Nibs
skedaddled
yesterday
per
jack-rabbit
line
with
all
the
coin
in
the
kitty
and
the
bundle
of
muslin
he
's
spoony
about
.
The
boodle
is
six
figures
short
.
Our
crowd
in
good
shape
,
but
we
need
the
spondulicks
.
You
collar
it
.
The
main
guy
and
the
dry
goods
are
headed
for
the
briny
.
You
know
what
to
do
.
BOB
.
This
screed
,
remarkable
as
it
was
,
had
no
mystery
for
Goodwin
.
He
was
the
most
successful
of
the
small
advance-guard
of
speculative
Americans
that
had
invaded
Anchuria
,
and
he
had
not
reached
that
enviable
pinnacle
without
having
well
exercised
the
arts
of
foresight
and
deduction
.
He
had
taken
up
political
intrigue
as
a
matter
of
business
.
He
was
acute
enough
to
wield
a
certain
influence
among
the
leading
schemers
,
and
he
was
prosperous
enough
to
be
able
to
purchase
the
respect
of
the
petty
office-holders
.
There
was
always
a
revolutionary
party
;
and
to
it
he
had
always
allied
himself
;
for
the
adherents
of
a
new
administration
received
the
rewards
of
their
labours
.
There
was
now
a
Liberal
party
seeking
to
overturn
President
Miraflores
.
If
the
wheel
successfully
revolved
,
Goodwin
stood
to
win
a
concession
to
30,000
manzanas
of
the
finest
coffee
lands
in
the
interior
.
Certain
incidents
in
the
recent
career
of
President
Miraflores
had
excited
a
shrewd
suspicion
in
Goodwin
's
mind
that
the
government
was
near
a
dissolution
from
another
cause
than
that
of
a
revolution
,
and
now
Englehart
's
telegram
had
come
as
a
corroboration
of
his
wisdom
.
